.The heat had set in as the summer began
I had just ceased to sing winter's sore tune
And rested my arm on the forgotten farmer>Of all that I can call my fortune
Fall broke the beak of the small bird that beat
In his breast and out through his heels
And I heartsunk to think of i.
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